Cheers to all the struggling 'Annes' in this world!
A story told from six perspectives by leading youth literature authors and textbook authors.
The story of Anne's arduous struggle to find herself, dreaming of a better tomorrow!

Rather than directly highlighting the lives of the protagonists as women, the six novels depict the stories of each 'me' who listens to their inner selves and runs to achieve their true dreams.
Ultimately, isn't the essence of feminism not about shedding something given to 'women', but about finding 'one's own identity'?
From this perspective, feminism is not limited to women.
In order to move toward a feminism that is not confined to 'women' or 'men' but for everyone, we need a thoughtful and tolerant attitude that respects and embraces 'differences' rather than 'mistakes,' and further, a life attitude that seeks to see someone as they truly are.


Six stories subtly yet sharply examine today's reality through the eyes of youth, and the author's voice, offering warm comfort to readers, is included at the end of each novel.
"Anne of Tight Hair" will give strength and courage to all the "Annes" in the world who are struggling in their own places and with their own stories.

"But why did you actually decide to cut your hair? It wasn't because of soccer, was it?"
Sangmin carefully brought up the question he had been wanting to ask for a long time.
“I was just angry.
I can't be a pretty girl, I can't play soccer as I please, and I'm not good at studying.
Let's say I am.
There was something my sister could do, but my dad wouldn't let her do it.
So what can I do with it?
I decided to stop calling her a woman.
“Something a little stronger.” --- From “Anne of Tight Hair”

“Please, can you not say ‘Where are you?’?”
Not long after entering the dormitory, Jooyeon started yelling at me, telling me to stop talking like, "Where are you?"
It was a voice that was very drunk.
I was no different from my mother who took care of my sister.
I treated my daughter the same way my mother treated my sister.
What are you afraid of, what are you afraid of?
The mother's self-reproach for not being able to protect her child from the world continued until her death.
That would have been even more suffocating for my sister, and it was passed down from me to the protagonist.
---From "My Sister Died"

In a way, my father's payehali was like giving up, resignation...
But now I'm imitating it.
This may be why the saying, “You become like someone you curse or criticize” came about.
But I try to console myself by saying that my Fayehalli is a decision to take a new path.
My payehali is a challenge and a thrill.
Gagarin's initial resignation must have been due to fear.
New paths always come with fear.
---From "Payehalli (Let's Go)"

“Even if you and I think it’s nothing special, even if we think that holding hands just once is nothing special.
It might not be Hyunjin.
Even if they eat undercooked meat, some people don't mind, while others get stomachaches.
Some other people get sick and even lose their lives because of it.
The same food can be medicine for some people but poison for others.
“The same thing is perceived differently by different people.” --- From “Makeup”

"mom…….
Sorry."
I blurted out those words and went into my room, curled up in the dark room without turning on the lights, and cried.
I knew from a young age what my mother expected of me.
So, I unconditionally followed whatever my mom told me to do, even if it meant doing things I didn't want to do, eating things I didn't want to do, or going places I didn't want to go.
To meet my mother's expectations.
So I lived without even knowing ‘what kind’ I was.
I just thought that if I became who my mom wanted me to be, that would be what I wanted.
I noticed the uncomfortable relationship between my mother and grandmother, so I endured it all the way to here, believing that if I became a good child, a good student, and a respectable child like a boy, then my relationship with my mother and grandmother would become more comfortable.
But now that I look back, all those things have piled up and are on the verge of exploding, like a can of soda that has been shaken too much.
---From "Macaron Baking Time"

I leaned against the tree for a while and closed my eyes.
So many people, so many cars, so much wind passed by.
The time I spent with my dad came to mind and disappeared just as quickly.
'This could happen to me too!'
I just kept bursting out in laughter.
Even though I wanted to cry, all I could do was laugh.
'No, is this possible? My dad, my dad… … .
Did the devil come to Dad?'
At this very moment, I couldn't decide what I should do or what I should think.
As my friends came to mind, I just sighed.
How should I treat those friends now? Will I be able to look at their faces without any hesitation? Will I ever be able to? I buried my face between my knees.

---From "Are you okay?"